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seven incoherences for a twenty-seventh, or, an obligation for introspection | Left Hand, Write Hand
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Left Hand, Write Hand. Stuff on thinking and teaching and reading and geeking. Seven incoherences for a twenty-seventh, or, an obligation for introspection. July 13, 2014. My first blog, which is lingering in a spam reply-filled, update-less limbo, was born during one of my birthdays. From that point on, I resolved to write something whenever my birthday rolled around. In short, yes, this is around a month late, as it stands. This entry was posted in thinking. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
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i hope i am getting there | Left Hand, Write Hand
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Left Hand, Write Hand. Stuff on thinking and teaching and reading and geeking. I hope i am getting there. August 2, 2015. I dreamed of you again. No, not you. You. Two nights ago, I think. It’s hard to keep track, when days and nights all blur together, becoming different shades of the same monochromatic routine. This entry was posted in thinking. Congratulations, MRT-Quezon Avenue, and other laments. Leave a Reply Cancel reply. Enter your comment here. Address never made public).
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October | 2013 | Left Hand, Write Hand
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Left Hand, Write Hand. Stuff on thinking and teaching and reading and geeking. Monthly Archives: October 2013. October 7, 2013. You knew I wrote whenever I felt things, so you asked me to write you something. No deadline, you said, just write for you. So I wait. Let random thoughts (about you, about me, about us) stew for a bit. I lift the lid, and it smells like the time is just right. No wonder we were extra tired after those weekend mornings we went jogging together; we were running around each other&...
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ocknarf | Left Hand, Write Hand
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Left Hand, Write Hand. Stuff on thinking and teaching and reading and geeking. Believe me, this is not what you think it is. September 21, 2016. Little has changed from a few years back, but what has had rippled outward, slowly, eating at the color of this place. Memories of shaded circles telling me that I should be a college professor. September 15, 2016. Psychological tests–those ones that have you shading circles and stuff regarding how you think and feel in certain situations–should, in ...Nobody wa...
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July | 2014 | Left Hand, Write Hand
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Left Hand, Write Hand. Stuff on thinking and teaching and reading and geeking. Monthly Archives: July 2014. July 19, 2014. When it rains, the world is a swamp. Dark, damp, dreary. Smelling of plant rot. And filled with the incessant buzzing. Niceties (of course I remember). Promises (we’ll be together forever). Opinions (we should believe in karma). Motivations (carpe diem mothafucka). Generalities (you have to open your heart’s doors). Advice (the universe is all yours). At least the water that drowns,.
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lechon lola | Left Hand, Write Hand
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Left Hand, Write Hand. Stuff on thinking and teaching and reading and geeking. August 14, 2014. To everybody else, she is Gilda, Tita Gilda, Gilds, GCF, gildabks,. At first, we thought that “Mad” meant “angry/galit.” She was always telling us off for one thing or another whenever we were at her house: No entering her room (go bother Lolo instead), no playing with toy guns (swords were okay, though; might as well actually hurt each other instead of making “bang bang! 8221; noises while fighting), and so on.
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March | 2014 | Left Hand, Write Hand
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Left Hand, Write Hand. Stuff on thinking and teaching and reading and geeking. Monthly Archives: March 2014. March 24, 2014. Told myself that I would go back to writing more often, and cut this hiatus crap already. But such is life, and its tendency to destroy resolutions. No small matter, too, when you write for work as well as pleasure, and the occasional catharsis. Believe me, this is not what you think it is. Memories of shaded circles telling me that I should be a college professor.
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bogged | Left Hand, Write Hand
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Left Hand, Write Hand. Stuff on thinking and teaching and reading and geeking. July 19, 2014. When it rains, the world is a swamp. Dark, damp, dreary. Smelling of plant rot. And filled with the incessant buzzing. Niceties (of course I remember). Promises (we’ll be together forever). Opinions (we should believe in karma). Motivations (carpe diem mothafucka). Generalities (you have to open your heart’s doors). Advice (the universe is all yours). At least the water that drowns,. Leave a Reply Cancel reply.
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September | 2013 | Left Hand, Write Hand
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Left Hand, Write Hand. Stuff on thinking and teaching and reading and geeking. Monthly Archives: September 2013. Because I woke up at 3pm on a Saturday, and in no way am I regretting it. September 29, 2013. Today, I woke up at 3pm, looked over a few Magic: the Gathering decklists to try out, built my Lego Superman vs Lex Luthor. Set, practiced on the saxophone for around half an hour (I think I need to buy new reeds soon), checked up on a few toy orders I had pending confirmation, ate two dinners, and wr...
